I knew a man before, who took me under his wings and taught me many things – when I was young till a while ago he loved to teach me things about my mind and how to learn, and that the best ways to do anything is to learn by my own ways and rules. He was a good man, I wish I told him so. I was just too busy growing up to notice, that inside his heart was dying and his soul was crying.
He spoke to me once alone and told me how his life had gone.. I understand now.
His thought is worth a lot to me now as I see his meanings affect me in my life. His ways and mental movement are with me as if they never left.
However, he left.
But I still remember the things he taught me.
Stu